Naga Bhanu Vemuri
First Drizzle - Poem by Naga Bhanu Vemuri
The mud's fragrance,
as the first drops of rain touches earth,
reminds me you.
as the first dropp touched me,
I felt as thrilled as when I feel you.
the cloudy weather always reminds me
of how much I miss you,
your closeness, your warmth,
your sweet words and your company
it reminds me of how
we used to walk down the road,
holding each others hands,
without any care for shelter
and even though it was raining,
it was enthralled feeling.
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